Andrew was back to his original form, his energy depleted and unable to sustain his transformation any longer.
Seeing Andrew like that, the three Watanabe Ichiros instantly merged into one, instantly standing before Andrew.
The sword in his hand was directly against Andrew's neck. Now, as long as Watanabe Ichiro waved it lightly, Andrew would be split into two.
However, Watanabe Ichiro didn't kill Andrew. Instead, with a swing of his sword, Andrew was instantly slashed with numerous wounds.
Soon, a large turtle pattern was carved onto Andrew's chest. Although Watanabe Ichiro didn't kill Andrew, this act was even more humiliating.
"I killed you..."
Andrew, seeing the blood pouring from his chest, roared and lunged at Watanabe Ichiro.
But then he was kicked off the stage by Ichiro Watanabe.
"If I hadn't known you were from the Bear Kingdom, I would have killed you already..."
<< 渡边一郎 sneered. >>
Andrew now seemed to have lost his mind, desperately wanting to rush onto the stage.
Such shame is more painful than killing him.
"Andrew…"
Anna shouted, since she had lost, she had lost. If she persisted, the Xiong family would be even more humiliated.
Hearing Anna's shouts, Andrew was forced to walk back, his chest wound still bleeding, but Andrew didn't care.
"Now it's your turn, Great Xia. I hope this duel won't disappoint me..."
Watanabe Ichiro looked at Zhao Wujie with a look of arrogant disdain on his face.
Zhao Wujie's face was full of anger, then he turned to look at Chen Ping. He wanted to give Chen Ping a few words of advice, but unexpectedly, Chen Ping paused slightly with his feet, and flew onto the platform.
Watanabe Ichiro looked at Chen Ping who was walking onto the stage, the disdain in his eyes becoming even more intense: “You actually sent a Grandmaster to compete with me? Could it be that there are no masters in your Xia Kingdom?”
"To kill you, my strength is enough!"
Chen Ping spoke in a calm and collected manner, his tone brimming with confidence.

"Hahaha, arrogant, I love seeing you being so arrogant, because the more arrogant you are, the more it stirs my bloodthirsty heart..."
Watanabe Ichiro narrowed his eyes, his pupils flashing with intense light. Then, he inserted the long sword in his hand into the ring and slowly extended a hand.
It seems like this Watanabe Ichiro intends to defeat Chen Ping with bare hands. In his eyes, Chen Ping's strength is not enough for him to draw his sword.
"Do you want to defeat me with bare hands?" Chen Ping's eyes narrowed slightly.
"I can defeat you unarmed, you're not even worthy of me drawing my sword..."
Watanabe Ichiro sneered.
If you don't unsheath your sword, I'm afraid there will never be another chance.
Chen Ping remained calm.
"Haha, I'd love to try it!"
After Watanabe Ichiro finished speaking, his eyes turned cold, and he directly slapped Chen Ping with a palm.

This single palm strike tore through the very air, followed by a surge of wind that swept outward.
Watanabe Ichiro is not only a swordsman, but he also possesses profound *ki*.
This burst of energy sliced through the surrounding air in an instant, carrying a piercing shriek as it hurtled towards Chen Ping.
The platform was instantly carved with a deep mark by that burst of energy. Keep in mind, this platform was specifically built for this competition using sturdy granite, and it had been meticulously hammered and polished to be incredibly durable!
At this moment, on the stage, a sharp scraping sound rang out, and a deep scratch appeared.
<>渡边一郎's palm strike was more sharp than a blade. <>
Chen Ping faced this powerful force, the corner of his mouth slightly raised. Suddenly, a burst of golden light erupted from his body, and then Chen Ping was wrapped in it like a silkworm pupa.
"Huh..."
Watanabe Ichiro saw Chen Ping's change and couldn't help but slightly change his expression.
How could someone with the strength of a grandmaster unleash such a terrifying aura?

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